The Breast of Humanity

Wednesday, May 31, 2006

No change. Nothing what so ever.

Saturday, May 27, 2006

Somewhat Dissappointed

After having waited breathlessly the opening of X-Men 3: The Final Stand I am left with the somewhat acrid and bitter taste of dissappointment in my mouth. I have been a fan of X-Men ever since I was a young girl watching the cartoon on television (Note to comic book purists: I know the cartoon was not exactly like the comic book, but you have to just take a peek from my point of view). Each and every day I rushed into the house from the bus, flipped on the television and sat entranced, enraptured from the first strains of music to the ending credits an adventure later (granted it was only a half an hour adventure but it was an adventure for me none the less). I recall especially loving what is known as "The Dark Phoenix Saga". I loved the passion and fury, the pain and sacrifice. BUT... I loved it as an alien entity chased across the endless wastes of space and time by none other than Charles Xavier's good friend (nudge, nudge, wink, wink), Lilandra, of the something-or-other alien race that inhabited the something-or-other system of planets. I loved, no no no listen to me, I LOVED the idea of such a being that was able to do what it did, not the idea of multiple personalities. I LOVED that it felt humble Jean Grey was the perfect host. I LOVED that it discovered how love felt through occupying Jean's body with her whirldwind of passions toward two very different men. I LOVED (spoiler, do not continue reading if you are not going to the movie until tomorrow night) that nobody ever died throughout the whole saga. Well, I am sure somebody died, but it wasn't the specific people who died in this big screen version, definitely. I guess this is a scenario like what happened with Dungeons and Dragons the movie: You really should not judge a movie by it's cartoon, much like one of my other favorite phrases, you shouldn't judge a book by it's movie (or is that backward). I don't know that it is possible to list all of the dissappointing movies that I have seen because I had read the book, more so lately than earlier in life becasue of the massive amounts of books-to-big-screen that are happening now. But, one particular epic saga of massive proprtions had always stuck out in my mind as something that I wanted to see turned into a motion picture, The Dark Phoenix Saga. I am happy to have seen it, but I will always treasure what I feel is the better one in my heart.

Thursday, May 25, 2006

Since the last "update" type of post concerning the little man, he can also now:

say bear (which coms out more like bey-yah)
say ball (which comes out more like ba-aw)
say yeah (no, not yes, but we are working on that)
say nah (again, not no, but we are working on that too)
shake his head or nod his head when asked yes or no questions
push the tape (VHS) into the player (even though he isn't supposed to)
DRAW (well, you know, it is really just scribbling but it looks like artwork to me)
open medication bottles

I know these are way more important than things like, oh, say... um... ok, well, maybe there isn't anything more important than these.

Sleep Issues

So today, I am up early. This isn't an unusual occurance any longer simply because the back pain I have from sleeping on an old uncomfortable mattress while being thirty eight weeks pregnant is getting to be pretty routine now. I haven't been sleeping alot lately either, because of said uncomfortable mattress and said thirty eight weeks of pregnancy. I toss and turn most of the night, dragging my down bolster back and forth in order to keep myself propped up in a semi-comfortable position. If any of you don't know what a bolster is, you will be happy to know it is a long, tubular shaped pillow. This also means that as I am thrashing about in the throes of uncomfortable-ness, I am whacking RC liberally about the head, neck and shoulders (not to mention other sundry body parts) with said bolster. I am amazed at it, as always, that he manages to remain asleep throughout all of my nocturnal thrashings. Which only goes to further prove my theory that he actually dies at night.

Monday, May 22, 2006

A letter I sent to a recently rediscovered aquaintance from high school:

I am at 38 weeks. I love being pregnant, too, it is just the whole can't-sleep-through-the-night-because-of-back-pain issue and dealing with a cranky two year old during the day that I don't like. Don't get me wrong, I love my son, but boy they weren't kidding when they named it "the terrible twos". Luckily, I don't have to worry about panty hose, being a stay-at-home mom for the last two years has given me little time to do anything that requires me to get dressy. The nicest I ever look is on Sunday when I make sure I put on a *clean shirt with my blue jeans. I feel sorry for my husband. We have been married for almost 5 and a half years and I never dress up for him anymore. When we first got married I always tried to dress so that I would turn his head, now he is lucky if I change out of my p.j.'s during the day. Sorry, that is probably way more info than you wanted, but I get kind of chatty when have spent the whole day with a child who has only just begun to grasp the fine art of speech.

Oh yeah and I went to the doc's today and...

ta-da! I am dilated one and a half centimeters!!!

But I can't go into labor before Friday night at about nine o'clock, because that is about when X-Men 3: The Final Stand will be over. We already have tickets and they are non-refundable, so it just can't happen before then.

Thursday, May 18, 2006

I know what I want for Christmas...

It has been confirmed that Legend of Zelda: Twilight Princess will be out by the fourth quarter holidays of 2006. I know what I want for Christmas...

Wednesday, May 17, 2006

To say I have a pain in my back would be a gross understatement.

Friday, May 05, 2006

Six years ago today...

Today six years ago, I met my husband for the first time in person. We had already ben talking for some time through various instant messenger programs. But today, Cinco de Mayo of two thousand, was the day I met him face to face. I can still recall my first thoughts being something like "Wow, he is wearing the shirt from the photo he emailed me." And then instantly "Man, could he have glasses that were any bigger?" I was with my friend Ashley (whom RC had actually asked out, but she was too afraid to go out with someone who she had never met so she begged me to come to protect her from worse than death), we were headed to see a very non-first date movie, U-571. I tried as hard as I could to flirt as much as I could with this man whom I knew little about other than the fact that he claimed to give four hundred dollar massages (well, duh, I wanted a massage). After the movie we went to Ci Ci's and I ate two slices of pizza (I am just not good at buffets). RC went back to refill his plate about six times. It was a night that I will hopefully remember forever, mainly because of how absolutely pure and innocent it was.

In keeping with tradition, RC and I still communicate mostly either through IM's or e-mail. Here is the email that was sent back and forth today:
__________
HAPPY ANIMAVERSIRY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
RC
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Thank you! Happy Meet-aversary to you too! I love you! I am so glad you didn’t turn out to be a psycho that likes to gut 18 year olds and dance on their mangled bodies to the tune of “Heeeeeeeyyyyyyy Macarena! Aahh –ah!” I will see you tonight.
Deba

I know. We are disgusting in our sweetness, aren't we?!

Thursday, May 04, 2006

Since I haven't really done an updates sort of post lately...

Since I haven't really done an updates sort of post lately...

The little X-man can now do all of these things:

Say "poop" in sign language (obviously the most important sign).
Say more, all done, dog, hot, cold, banana, cracker, raisin, peaches, juice, water, milk, "I love you", please, thank you, and Grandma all in sign. (I know there are more, but I can't remember them. A good mom, yeah right.)
Say mama, dada, buddy (one of the dogs, which actually comes out more like bud-dah), papa (my father) and boo-boo with his MOUTH!!! Real words, coming out of my boy, oh I am so proud (except for when he won't stop saying mama... mama... mama... mama. Yeah, see, it gets annoying.)
Push a chair over to the sink to wash his hands, and climb up onto the chair without any help.
Open doors (not a good thing, but a milestone none the less).
Climb up onto my bed without any help.
Program the timer on the cd player so that it starts playing music at about four p.m. (still don't know how he did that).
Wave bye-bye when I flush his poop.
Points to his diaper whenever he pees or poops.
When he lays in bed with us, he pulls the sheets up to his arpits and dramatically flings his arms onto the sheet.
Chases birds (not to get them to leave the yard, but sneakily in a way that eerily reminds me of the book Incident at Hawk's Hill).
Goes to time out on command.
Knocks on closed doors (which is pretty much every door in the house), but we have to remind him that he can't open the door immediately after knocking.
When you tell him it is time for a bath, he instantly tries to tear off his shirt, and then he grunts alot and gets frustrated and starts whining because he can't get it off.
He knows he needs socks before he can put on shoes.
He knows the difference between his shoes and his sandals.
He knows the difference between my shoes and RC's shoes.
He knows how to turn on the TV and the stereo.
He knows he is in trouble when he does above items, because he runs.
He knows how to play cute when he is doing something he isn't supposed to be doing.
He points at his boogers when I blow his nose and says (in a very long drawn out fashion) "Eeeewwwwwwwwwwwwwww".
He points at people when they fart and makes a really surprised look that says "You weren't supposed to do that".
He points at his diaper when he farts and makes a really surprised look that says... you get the point..
But most importantly of all, he has finally learned to sit down in the bathtub!!!!

Cuban Nashvillian sees immigrants taking advantage of U.S.

This was in today's paper and I completely agree.

Cuban Nashvillian sees immigrants taking advantage of U.S.
By ED GARRIDO
Nashville Eye
I'm not against immigration, just illegal immigration.
I am Hispanic, I am a legal immigrant, and as a legal immigrant, I came to this wonderful land and embraced it and its culture, learned English and became a citizen.
I, as a citizen, have to obey the laws, keep medical insurance and pay my taxes. I am also a contract translator who goes to court, assists in police interviews, workforce and compensation hearings as well as appeals and in doctor visits and hospitals. All of this is paid with your tax dollars to assist those who do not speak or want to learn our language.
Most of the people I assist do not want to be part of the American dream; they do not want to assimilate our culture or learn our language. They want to be here working illegally, in most cases with false documents, and in some cases, they do not even bother to have bogus papers. Some openly declare they do not have Social Security cards, but they are employed anyway.
Courts, police officers and other government entities are not allowed to ask about these people's legal status, and they know it and abuse the system. All you have to do is go to any emergency room and see how many immigrants are using the facilities as their primary care doctor since they don't have insurance. They know they cannot be turned away from the ER, and they jam these places and never pay.
Do you think for an instant that the hospitals and doctors are going to eat these losses? No, they just raise the price for those of us who have insurance and have the ability to pay, then we wonder why our medical insurance goes up every year.
As for Monday's demonstrations, comparing an illegal work stoppage by illegal immigrants to a national holiday is ludicrous. If they chose not to work that day, fire them; there will be plenty of others to fill their places.
But by far, the best solution would be to fine any employer who employs an illegal immigrant $50,000 per incident and see how quickly the job market dries up. Then, those fired workers will self-deport and bring all their problems back to their country of origin. Let Mexico deal with a $40 billion loss in expendable revenue, from all the money these people send back home from the U.S., plus a return of 20 million of their most productive citizens, and see what chaos will be like.
It's their problem: Let them pay a decent livable wage, and no one will migrate here. Why is it our problem?
I am a registered voter, and I will vote for whoever votes against immigration amnesty. If all U.S. citizens voted this way the elected officials would listen, or they would be voted out of office. See if they have the guts to pass a law against the will of the people.
Let's start recruiting workers who pass a background check, let's give those a "temporary work permit" with emphasis on "temporary" and get rid of all those unwanted others.